so, we arent invincible. Who knew?
Tuesday, May 12. 12:45 a.m.
The night began as any other. Me, Ryan, Kim, and Steph, just hanging out listening to music, rolling joints. We get the ingenious idea to hot box my car with 4 perfectly rolled works of art. It wasnt our job to get stoned, it was more of a celebration for it was ryans last nite smoking the ganja. We all piled into my car (i let steph drive for 25 cents, i think it was worth it) put on some bright eyes and started our festivities by lighting and smoking 4 joints at once. it was quite nice. Driving through the white trash area of Lake Mary hot boxing my car. We noticed we were being followed and low and behold it turns out to be a Lake Mary Police officer. Next thing i know, he turns on his sirens and we are being pulled over. "No shit, im going to jail, its about fucking time" is exactly what i was thinking. The officer strolls up the my hot boxed chevy malibu and as he is tapping on the window, steph rolls it down and an enormous amount of smoke comes billowing out into the cops face. Im almost positive he got a contact high. He asks for license and registration and he asks steph to step out of the vehicle. Whilst steph is talking to the police officer, me ryan, and kim are sitting in the car, hearts pounding, wondering which one of us is going to jail. Atleast we were listening to the mouse, just to make the situation less tense. By now there are 3 cop cars and another cop comes up to my side of the car and asks me to step out of the vehicle. I do as he says and he starts asking me if there was anymore pot in my car. First i deny any involvement in this whole pot smoking ordeal, but came to the conclusion to tell the truth because it was obvious that i was stoned outta my mind. I explain to the police officer that he may find a couple of joint roaches but that was about it. He than tells me to stand on the sidewalk and he walks back to my car and asked ryan to step out of the vehicle. Ryan does as he is told and the cop starts asking him questions. Ryan also denys any of the pot smoking activities that were going on. He than asks to search me and ryan (still in his pizza hut uniform) He searches ryan, doesnt find anything. Searches me and than looks through my wallet and asks "wheres all your money." What the hell do i say to that, im poor man. Actually i explained to him that all of money was located in my front pocket and it invovled about 4 dollars in nickels and dimes, and one quarter. With that said and done. The cop returns to the car to escort Kim out of the backseat. He didnt ask her any questions at all, he just took down her name and age. Now we are all standing on the sidewalk stoned as shit watching the cops search my car inside and out. We are all extremely scared at this point, nonstop shaking was common. I thought i was going to jail until i saw the police officers pop my trunk and search in there. He starts taking out milk crates one by one and stacking them on the side of the road. One of the police officers looks at me and asks "whats with all the milk crates" "oh sir, my uncle gave them to me and i forgot to take them outta my trunk, i dont use my trunk all that often." He than asked me where i acquired the marijuana. "oh yes, i purchased it from some black man in sanford" Racist stoned little bastard, but it was the truth. After the search the cops than come up to me and explain that there is pot all over my car, on the floor, on the seats, everywhere. "oh well officer i wasnt aware of that" "you must smoke pot every single day boy" "umm, oh, well officer not EVERY day, you know just sometimes" "We also found an empty plastic baggie that once contained marijuana" "NA UH, how did that get there" Well the point was is that i was stoned as shit and was thinkin i was on my way to jail until the cop steps up to us and says "Were just gonna let the officers finish up and put everything back together and you all can be on your way" Just than the biggest smile imaginable came across my face. I couldnt believe we were getting away with this, i escaped jail time again in my life and im not quite sure how it had happened. I think we did alot of ass kissing, but the cops were quite nice to us the entire time. I think they were just fuckin with us cause they knew we were high as hell, it was pretty obvious. I think The main reason we got away was because we were listenin to the mouse when the cops came up to us, it provided a chill atmosphere. The cops realized we were no real threat to society. Thank god for the mouse, for if we had been listening to rap, we would all be behind bars right now. We all hopped back into my car, and apparently the joint roaches had been put in a coca cola bottle and ryan had hid the bottle under the seat. The cops placed the bottle in the cup holder in my car just to mock us when we got back into the car. All of us had conflicting stories and they had found the roaches but had not taken us to jail. What nice police officers this town has been blessed with. With all of that said and done, i dont think i will be smoking pot in my car anytime soon.
The night began as any other. Me, Ryan, Kim, and Steph, just hanging out listening to music, rolling joints. We get the ingenious idea to hot box my car with 4 perfectly rolled works of art. It wasnt our job to get stoned, it was more of a celebration for it was ryans last nite smoking the ganja. We all piled into my car (i let steph drive for 25 cents, i think it was worth it) put on some bright eyes and started our festivities by lighting and smoking 4 joints at once. it was quite nice. Driving through the white trash area of Lake Mary hot boxing my car. We noticed we were being followed and low and behold it turns out to be a Lake Mary Police officer. Next thing i know, he turns on his sirens and we are being pulled over. "No shit, im going to jail, its about fucking time" is exactly what i was thinking. The officer strolls up the my hot boxed chevy malibu and as he is tapping on the window, steph rolls it down and an enormous amount of smoke comes billowing out into the cops face. Im almost positive he got a contact high. He asks for license and registration and he asks steph to step out of the vehicle. Whilst steph is talking to the police officer, me ryan, and kim are sitting in the car, hearts pounding, wondering which one of us is going to jail. Atleast we were listening to the mouse, just to make the situation less tense. By now there are 3 cop cars and another cop comes up to my side of the car and asks me to step out of the vehicle. I do as he says and he starts asking me if there was anymore pot in my car. First i deny any involvement in this whole pot smoking ordeal, but came to the conclusion to tell the truth because it was obvious that i was stoned outta my mind. I explain to the police officer that he may find a couple of joint roaches but that was about it. He than tells me to stand on the sidewalk and he walks back to my car and asked ryan to step out of the vehicle. Ryan does as he is told and the cop starts asking him questions. Ryan also denys any of the pot smoking activities that were going on. He than asks to search me and ryan (still in his pizza hut uniform) He searches ryan, doesnt find anything. Searches me and than looks through my wallet and asks "wheres all your money." What the hell do i say to that, im poor man. Actually i explained to him that all of money was located in my front pocket and it invovled about 4 dollars in nickels and dimes, and one quarter. With that said and done. The cop returns to the car to escort Kim out of the backseat. He didnt ask her any questions at all, he just took down her name and age. Now we are all standing on the sidewalk stoned as shit watching the cops search my car inside and out. We are all extremely scared at this point, nonstop shaking was common. I thought i was going to jail until i saw the police officers pop my trunk and search in there. He starts taking out milk crates one by one and stacking them on the side of the road. One of the police officers looks at me and asks "whats with all the milk crates" "oh sir, my uncle gave them to me and i forgot to take them outta my trunk, i dont use my trunk all that often." He than asked me where i acquired the marijuana. "oh yes, i purchased it from some black man in sanford" Racist stoned little bastard, but it was the truth. After the search the cops than come up to me and explain that there is pot all over my car, on the floor, on the seats, everywhere. "oh well officer i wasnt aware of that" "you must smoke pot every single day boy" "umm, oh, well officer not EVERY day, you know just sometimes" "We also found an empty plastic baggie that once contained marijuana" "NA UH, how did that get there" Well the point was is that i was stoned as shit and was thinkin i was on my way to jail until the cop steps up to us and says "Were just gonna let the officers finish up and put everything back together and you all can be on your way" Just than the biggest smile imaginable came across my face. I couldnt believe we were getting away with this, i escaped jail time again in my life and im not quite sure how it had happened. I think we did alot of ass kissing, but the cops were quite nice to us the entire time. I think they were just fuckin with us cause they knew we were high as hell, it was pretty obvious. I think The main reason we got away was because we were listenin to the mouse when the cops came up to us, it provided a chill atmosphere. The cops realized we were no real threat to society. Thank god for the mouse, for if we had been listening to rap, we would all be behind bars right now. We all hopped back into my car, and apparently the joint roaches had been put in a coca cola bottle and ryan had hid the bottle under the seat. The cops placed the bottle in the cup holder in my car just to mock us when we got back into the car. All of us had conflicting stories and they had found the roaches but had not taken us to jail. What nice police officers this town has been blessed with. With all of that said and done, i dont think i will be smoking pot in my car anytime soon.